Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

The door to the tavern opens and a grizzled couple of soldiers come in. They have been gone a while and perhaps only few old soldiers may remember them. Sure they are ugly, unshaven, unkempt and smell like they have been rolling around in something that best be left unsaid. Be that as it may, there is a look about them that may defy anyone to be so unconsiderate as to mention their shortcomings.

Buck says, "Jones, I reckon thar be some them lobster backed fancy pants in har that needs a lesson. And I am figuring on being the teacher"

Jones replies, "Buck, now don't be a starting anything. We-uns been dol-garned in parts best undescribed fur a spell. Lets sit a spell and size up the situation."

Buck answers this old pard, "I reckons I knows enuf about them Lobsters that we can lick em anywhere or anyplace! If any of them got the gumption, let em send one of thar runts on over to my biv-o-wac and lets set up a fite! Been a long time since I pleasured myself by whipping one!"

Jones says, "I got a bad feeling about this Buck! Who knows what those Lobsters will bring out? Supposing it be some young buck we don't know? We dun got whipped before!"

Buck says, "Heck, ifins we war lucky, it will be the Natty one himself wif dat darn fuffly thing that he calls a dog. Remember that time when "Old Blue" took him on!"

Jones grins, "Now that was a good one! Old Blue done had him good! Still, I reckon you be a asking fur trouble Buck!"

Buck replies, "Jones, you know that be my middle name! So, Lobsters, We-uns be a waiting fur ya, any time or place. Name your place fur yur a-whupping!"